This is a song about "Welcome to my rap game it s real this is survival of the fitest do or die i m a reaper so u best fear your doomsday of facing me is drawing near"

Is my last girlfriend was horrible like hell facing the real me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

But i'm so fly, and this is do or die.

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

This ain't a diss this is some real shit, i'll represent my color until i die g shit

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Will i conquer, or will it get the best of me?

Here i come ,rap is gettin ugly so game to give it a facelift

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Suicide i dont give a fuck it your life so you decide it do or die

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Cause this is the rap game.